In an effort to further my attempts at becoming an author and illustrator, I have joined a professional organization called the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. It gives access to a wealth of information and tools, which is wonderful.
I created an illustrator gallery, too, so that I could display some of my artwork. I have two Princess Emily images there along with these two:
For whatever reason, lately I am just overwhelmed with the desire to draw, write, and just generally create books. Career-wise, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life and I already have more stories floating around in my head. Some are Princess Emily and some are entirely separate. The one I will probably tackle first is about our cats and how they are each so unique (and crazy). 🙂
I promised that I would explain why we call our one cat a Unicorn. We adopted this cat from the local shelter as a four month old kitten. She was petrified, but many of them are in that situation, and then again when they are brought into a place that is entirely alien to them. From the moment I laid down on the floor so she could sniff me and climb on me, I was her best friend. I steadily became her only friend. She is apparently a “one person cat.” I have to spend time with her each day or she has a mini breakdown, which always makes me feel so terrible. So, we snuggle and she covers me in a blanket of cat hair.
Her fear and distrust of other people is what made me start calling her a Unicorn. Often when people visit, they think we only have two cats because they won’t see Savanna. If she does appear, it’s generally as a white streak heading for a better hiding place. When people do see her, they ooh and ahh over how beautiful she is and want to pet her. She will not stand for that. If someone does gain her trust enough that she will warily stay around and let them think about petting her, she usually slaps their hand quickly flees the scene when they try. Basically, a sighting of her, and even more so, an actual encounter with her are so rare, that I’ve come to think of her as “the Unicorn.” I’m sure that seems silly, but that’s why it’s a fun thought for me. 🙂
Also as to the Princess’s latest real-life adventures, we found a baby robin on the ground who was close to flying but not quite there yet. We watched for a few days as he would hide in the bushes overnight with one or both of his parents nearby all the while. They would bring him food and guard him. If we went too near they would try to distract us away from him. Their hard work all paid off a few days later when he clumsily flew up into a honeysuckle with his mommy. It was amazing to know that they had stuck with him and been such wonderful parents. I had always thought that once a baby bird fell, it was all over. I was prepared to pick him up and try to find a home for him until I saw his parents still desperately trying to recover him, so I thought I’d leave them alone. I’m glad I did.
Then, we found a chipmunk on the side of the road that was soaking wet head to toe, shaking, eyes half-closed, mostly dragging his back legs, and struggling to find something to eat. Not long before that, I had seen small-medium sized dogs running amok where the poor little guy was. Needless to say, I went home and got some stuff to pick him up with and put him in with Emily watching the whole time. He tried to fight when I picked him up which was a good sign, so I got him into a box with a towel under him and there was another towel that he burrowed under, but not before eating a tiny bit of the sliced apple I had placed in the box with him. I also placed a lid for a Tupperware in there with some water in it. I didn’t want to put much more lest he fall in and drown since he couldn’t use his back legs. After a few hours of calling around, I finally got in touch with a wildlife rehabilitator who agreed to take him. She said it sounds like the dogs had gotten him and sort of “played” with him. She thought he probably had a small fracture in each hind leg, but said that he stood a real chance of healing and being released. I should also probably mention that this chipmunk was not fully grown yet. She said she would also keep him until he was fully grown so that he was a bit more robust when he went out to face nature again.
That’s all for now. The Princess and I wish everyone a glorious weekend, and as always, thank you for reading!